Some little girls and boys out there really do get to experience this love, emotion, and joy to see their dads. My life is not one that gets to experience this but I like to think that I will be this happy and emotional when I meet Jesus for the first time :) Mostly from: http://derafrances.blogspot.com/ and http://youaremywild.wordpress.com
When I read the article, "What Little Girls Wish Daddies Knew", (link HERE)my heart broke. That picture above? I should have had that. I should have had a dad that loved me, and showed me he delighted in me, that supported me, and hugged me when I cried. But I didn't. I had a father that emotionally and physically abused my mother and I until I was 4, when my parents divorced. My mother and I lived paycheck to paycheck and still struggle with money. All the while, my father was living on a retired Air Force salary and living in a near-mansion. He had supervised visitation until I was about 7/8. Then he could finally see me alone until I was 9/10 when he arrived with his new wife as a sort of surprise. He hasn't talked to me since. I have lived my whole childhood hating my father for what he did. I have acted out in a sort of rebellion against this disappointment. I've tried to figure out why he would do this. Overall I have come to the simple conclusion. My situation isn't something for me to dwell on or blame others for or mistreat myself for. As are many things, my situation is just another thing that Satan stole from this world. He has stole many great and beautiful things from this world. He continues to taint the forests with deforestation, he ruins the ocean with oil spills, and tears down women's self-esteem constantly in an effort to strip God's world of the beauty he lost. And I refuse to let Satan taint my heart with hatred and sadness. God is my Father. The PERFECT father. Who's love never fails. So screw you Satan. I AM loved. And no amount of evil from you will change that. Every girl deserves to feel like a princess. And I am GOD'S princess. I don't wanna be her
I just want to be little old me Shouldn't have to think Who am I suppose to be today And what give you the right To tell me who I should be Who gave you that right Cause I, I feel lovely Just the way that I am Yes I feel lovely The way that I am I know you want the best Yeah only good things for me But you have to realize I can't be all these things you project on me Cause I'm beautiful to me Doesn't that mean a thing I feel lovely Just the way that I am Yes I feel lovely The way that I am I need that to be enough for you Need that to be enough for you Cause it's enough for me It's enough for me Am I suppose to give up everything I am Just to make you happy I thought I was the one you Always wanted me to be It turns out I'm just little old me I'm just little old me And that's fine by me Cause I, I am lovely Just the way that I am Oh yes I am, Yes I am lovely The way that I am I am lovely lovely I am lovely Here I was just browsing through my favorite blog Love Taza (formerly Taza and Husband) and then I realized. It is only fair to my boredom and my love of their blog that I should write a post about it. I found out about this blog...actually I don't remember. They were probably in some magazine or something because they're basically the poster family for the picture perfect ideal family. I started reading it around the time that their first child, Eleanor was just a few months old and Naomi was pregnant. Eleanor was the most adorable thing, and still is. Thankfully Taza (Naomi is her real name) and her husband are photo maniacs so I can practically live their life right along with them. Every thing Eleanor did made me smile. I admired Naomi's personal style as a mom, and her choices in dressing her daughter are outstanding. Their whole family is always on point with their fashion. I mean her husband wears bow ties for Pete's sake. I fell in love with this blog for many reasons, one as stated often, I love small children. Not in that creepy way, more of an admirable enjoyable way :) Because of her blog I can see how cute her kids are and how she chooses to spend her time with them. I also love this blog because Naomi has such great fashion choices as a busy mom, she always seems fashionable, even in a just-rolled-out-of-bed sort of shot. When Naomi gave birth to Samson it was shared on the blog of course. He was obviously very cute and shared the beautiful doe eyes that Naomi, her husband and Eleanor have been gifted with. The most adorable thing is that Samson is a smiling machine. I've never seen a baby smile so much in my life. Also, they show off their decorating skills as well! The nursery looks like a toddlers dream out of Pottery Barn, with the best chosen patterns and colors. When I had time to spare I went back to older posts, and kept going to I could find the post where they announced Naomi's pregnancy with Eleanor because their first child would've been an extraordinary and exciting event. I ended up going all the way back to early in Naomi and her husband's relationship. I've seen a drastic change in Naomi's pictures. She got happier and happier and is extremely happy now as a mom compared to pictures back when it was just the two of them. I highly recommend anyone who stops by my blog to go view theirs. It's my all-time favorite and it could be yours too! Naomi and Josh's relationship is also really adorable to watch. She was a grungy, artistic Julliard student and he was a well-kept stylish suspender wearer. She has had several different hairstyles, including the current questionable platinum blonde. She has a remarkable smile and he has the style all girls admire in a true man. Their blog not only has pictures with outstanding quality, it also includes real life moments, though we wish there were more. I definitely get excited to become a parent and wife after viewing their posts. I am filled with joy just thinking about holding a tiny version of my husband and I in our arms. I can't wait to pour all of my love into my future baby :) Remember how we forgot? Remember how no one ever really died in the wars we fought? Because each gunshot came from our finger tips And we never really kept them loaded just in case Because each enemy was a friend and none of it was about oil, religion, or land It was all just pretend Remember how we used to bend reality Like we were circus strong men Like our imaginations were in shape then Like we were all ninjas trained in the deadly art of "did not". Like "I totally got you" "Did not" Remember how we forgot? Remember how our parents told us never to look directly into the sun And how we were their suns [pun on "sons"] And so we never looked directly into the mirror, in fear that we would go blind Remember how we used to find any old reason just to call someone we were crushing on Like we would just pawn off our sense of embarrassment Buy a chunk of courage that would last just long enough to have us asking them about math and stuff And how stuff was just stuff Like I heard you were getting braces, and how braces somehow were and still are kinda hot Remember how we forgot? Remember how we all caught mono and out folks would go, "oh the kissing disease" And our first steps into gangstahood had us saying “mother please.” Even though we’ve never really kissed anyone Even though we never did half the things we said we’d done We just spun yarn like Rumpelstiltskin spun gold. We told ghost stories never realizing we would one day ourselves become ghosts Haunting the hallways of schools Poltergeist, breaking all the rules of silence in the library But we had no chains to rattle No voice to battle the fact that we had no vocal chords We had only finger nails on chalk boards We had to scream, shout, and yell trying to tell ourselves what experience can teach is what no teacher taught Remember how we forgot? Once upon a time, we were young. Our dreams hung like apples Waiting to be picked and peeled And hope was something that needed to be reeled-in So we can fill the always empty big fish bin with the one that got away And proudly say that "this time, impossible is not an option" Because success is so akin to effort and opportunity that it could be related So we took chances We figureskated on thin ice Belief that each slice of live was served with something sweet on the side And failure was never nearly as important as the fact that we tried That in the war against frailty and limitation We supplied the determination it takes to make ideas and goals the parents of possibility And we believe ourselves to be members of this family Not just one branch on one tree But a forest whose roots make up a dynasty So when I call you sis or bro It’s not lightly And when I ask you to remember It’s because the future isn't what it used to be. So remember now Pay tribute to every sacrifice laid upon the altar of somehow For all the times Somehow we overcame Somehow we pushed on Somehow we’ve gone the distance And in going there we’ve possessed the freedom to map the uncharted lands of any and everywhere We are unbound Six feet above the underground where we will all one day rest So until then Test the limits Test the boundaries and borders Of the headquarters of potential lay just beyond the world's edge Let the belief that hope belongs to us all Be the pledge you take to make the unachievable as inconceivable as the false fact that we were never here We were here And our memories are as dear to us as every slow motion moment or held breath So remember every instance before death Every first kiss, first dance, near miss, last chance, yes, no, maybe so Let us go the distance once more Let us remember all the moments that were and were not Like the point is something we can get and what we can get is what we got Because all we have is the time between the moments we connect each dot so Live and remember Burn like an ember capable of starting fires Like each moment inspires the next Like memories are the context we put ourselves in So that life becomes the next of kin we need to notify in case of a big bang or extinction level event Let now be our advent Let us live like we meant it Let us burn like we mean it Because this world doesn't give a shit if we end in a train wreck or a car crash If our story ends with a dot or dash If we were dust or ash Because all we were is all we’ll be And all we are is the in-between of so far, so good So forget every would, could, or should not Forget remembering how we forgot Live like a plot twist exist now and in memory Because we burn bright Our lights leave scars on the sun Let no one say we'll be undone by time's passing The memories we are amassing will stand as testament That somehow we bend minds around the concept that we see others within ourselves. That self-knowledge can be found on bookshelves So who we are has no bearing on how we appear Look directly into every mirror Realize our reflection is the first sentence to a story And our story starts: "We were here." |